Klaus Hargreeves Outfit Novels & Stories

Then *he* walked in. Professor William Hargrove—tall, broad-shouldered, short dark-and-gray facial hairs that make his strong jawline look even more defined. His button-down stretched tight across his chest, sleeves rolled up, revealing strong, muscular forearms. A bit of a tattoo peeks under his rolled-up sleeve. My panties went damp in a heartbeat.

The heavy passenger door glided open with an automated, pressurized hiss. Travis stepped out onto the wet asphalt first. He didn't wear the tactical clothes of a gatehouse guard or a plain black suit. He wore his traditional royal garments—a flawless, double-breasted midnight-black tuxedo embroidered with fine silver thread along the lapels, his broad shoulders squared, his sharp aristocratic jawline set in a mask of unyielding stone. His short black hair was neatly styled, and his piercing silver eyes were completely dilated into absolute, pitch-black voids through the glare of the flashbulbs.

If Angel changes his mind at the last minute, I'll squeeze his neck with my hands. I enter pack land effortlessly. If I don't want to, nobody sees me, and I hide where the helicopter will land. Angel POV - Angel. I looked back, smiling. I didn't want to leave without seeing him, but my smile froze when I looked at Klaus. It felt like a vision. He wore a light blue suit, a white shirt, and a blue tie, a few shades above the suit's blue. His neatly combed black hair framed a handsome face, and his eyes stood out like a beacon that drew me to him.

I breathed, my heart doing a clumsy tap-dance against my ribs. He stepped into the light, looking like he had just walked off a runway for 'Rebel Aristocrats.' He was wearing the Harrington blazer, but he’d ditched the tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of the silver chain I remembered him wearing years ago. He looked polished, gentlemanly, and entirely out of place in this stifling library—yet he owned the room.

Freshly cleaned and in tight-fitting black kinetic suits of the Old World dressed – which we had found in the lockers of the station – we returned to the great Command Center back. The suit spanned over Kaels's massive muscles and made him look more than ever like a war god. The wild, black hair fell it now clean and slightly wavy in the neck. He approached the big holographic table. His hands suffered instinctively over the glass consoles, as if its muscles remember handles that are

A massive ramp lowered, and the Iron-Clad began to spill out. ​They were a nightmare of the industrial age. They didn't wear "Living Suits" or bioluminescent mesh. They wore heavy, clanking plates of scavenged steel, welded together in jagged layers. Their faces were hidden behind gas masks with glowing green lenses, and they carried steam-pressured harpoon guns and massive, serrated cleavers. ​At the center of the landing party was a figure who didn't wear iron. He wore a pristine, white laboratory coat that looked hundreds of years old, protected by a translucent plastic shroud. He held a device that looked like a tarnished silver tuning fork.

Why isn't the moon up? The figure before him was actually a man and, judging by his appearance, he should be of the age as Derek. He had short black hair, narrow blue eyes and had a black beret on his head. He was dressed in a black military customized outfit, although it is not entirely and officially military, but his outfit had everything tangible to be considered enforcing and augmenting. Likewise, he had five-star badges on his suit's shoulders, also illustrating his vast authority in the Black Hat Organization but still, Derek seemed not to be afraid of the latter but rather, he was confused about what was going on.

Soren POV As soon as I open the door to the Garden I can feel the whole Castle and how everyone is on alert, not only that, but the smell of blood is intense. Which means the fight has come this far. But what caught my eye was Klaus standing there, as if on guard, I saw him wearing jeans, a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket, his black hair a little longer than it usually is. Before I could ask him anything, I saw a robe being thrown in my direction and another one for Victor.

Gwen teased as she walked into the Hive. He just flipped her off. Kade chuckled. His smile took my breath away. This was the first time I had physically seen him since the interview and he did not disappoint. Today he was in an all black bespoke suit. His tie was textured but continued the black theme. My grip on my enormous coffee thermos tightened as I took in his broad form. “Good morning Ms. Mowers.” His voice sounded smooth like honey.

Swiftly, Serge pokes half of his upper body into the limo and responds for me instead "This girl here is miss Hazel Kashani, sir." I stare at him wide-eyed, he knows my name already. How ?! Perhaps his pal Grigori rattled ..or Bev ...or Rachael. Albeit, he would have eventually found out. Serge smoothly slips into the limo and takes off his top hat, and shrugs off his trench coat, revealing a lavish business suit underneath. He folds his coat over his leg neatly and sits back in the space next to mine. By now I notice all of them clad in similar suave and polished attires as if it's a uniform dress code of their supposed mafia.